Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Hypnotized MILF (Original Modern)

Commission

Themes: Bully Wins, Mind Control, MILF Sex

Summary: In which an irritated mother goes over to a young man's house to talk to him about his bullying of her college aged son. It doesn't go her way.

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Bam! Bam! Bam!

The knock at his door can be likened more to a slamming and for a moment he freezes in place, half-expecting to hear a "Police, open up!" following it. When that doesn't happen, however, Creed relaxes slightly. He relaxes even further when he tilts his head to the side and realizes the knocking wasn't as loud as a closed fist SHOULD have been… a woman than.

Grinning slightly in anticipation, he heads over to the front door and opens it up. Then… he just stares. In all fairness, the absolute bombshell of a brunette standing outside of his door is worth staring at. She's wearing a sleeveless red turtleneck that barely contains her massive bust, which then slides down to an itty bitty waist only for her curvaceous hourglass figure to explode outward again around the hips and ass region.

Basically, she's a drop dead gorgeous ten-out-of-ten. Even the heated glare she's giving him as she folds her arms under her chest doesn't really diminish her attractiveness for Creed. If anything, it amplifies it.

Of course, the other reason Creed doesn't feel remotely bad for staring… is that this total bombshell of a woman stares right back. She can't help it anymore than he can. Between his six foot four inches height, his broad chested and chiseled physique, and his handsome face, Creed is well aware of the natural effect he has on most women. 

That leaves him wondering… why does this bitch already seem to hate him?

"Can I help you?"

Eyes narrowing, the brunette broad steels herself and straightens up as she glares him down.

"Are you Creed?"

Shrugging, Creed nods.

"Yep. That's me. And you are?"

Her glare intensifies now that she knows she's found who she's looking for.

"You may address me as either ma'am or Mrs. Sullivan. I'm Elijah's mother. We need to speak about your treatment of my son."

Ohhhh… now he gets it. And honestly? This is fucking perfect. Creed's lips curl back into a wide, wicked grin as he stares down at the gorgeous bitch who has just delivered herself right to his doorstep. Not just a beauty, but a MILF at that… oh yeah, he absolutely had to have her. 

"Oh your Eli's mama? How lovely! Come on in and let's chat!"

"No, that won't be neces-!"

But Creed had already turned away from the front door and started walking into the house. This leaves the MILF with very few options if she wants to have the 'talk' she came here for. Standing on his doorstep and yelling at him from across the house would probably have been her best bet… or honestly, leaving altogether and getting her son out of the college he and Creed went to. That would have been a good call as well.

Alas, Mrs. Sullivan is a woman on a mission. More than that, common decency and basic decorum dictates she can't just shout from outside of his house like a mad woman when he's already given her an invitation to come inside. In the end, the MILF is forced to follow him, closing his front door behind her as she goes without even thinking about it. And thus… sealing her fate.

Creed leads her to the living room and gestures to the couch before heading into the adjoining kitchen.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Wine? Beer?"

Sitting on the edge of the couch, all prim and proper, Mrs. Sullivan scowls.

"No thank you, young man. I would ask that you give this conversation the respect it deserves. This is a very serious manner, and if we can't come to an agreement today, I'm going to have to go to the Dean with my complaints."

God, that would be hilarious. Mostly because that bitch of a Dean would do anything for him and this MILF cunt didn't even know it. If she did go to the Dean, Creed would have already been informed and asked how he wanted things handled… leading them right back to what was about to happen here, in fact.

Grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge, Creed pops the top and heads back into the living room, looking at the fuming broad with amusement blazing in his eyes. She bristles as he takes a long draw from the bottle.

"You… I'll admit, you're far taller and fitter than I expected you to be… but that's no excuse for how you've been treating my son! You think just because you're bigger and stronger than others that you can do whatever you want, bully whoever you like? I'll tell you right now young man, that's not the way the world works anymore! I won't just stand by and let you continue harassing Elijah!"

Creed hums for a long moment as he considers how he wants to respond. In the end, he just shrugs and grins. It won't matter soon anyways.

"Don't forget smarter too."

Mrs. Sullivan's eyes narrow at that.

"Excuse me?"

Her voice is laden with a tone that demands he be cautious about his next words, but Creed just blows right past the caution tape, still grinning.

"I'm bigger, stronger, AND smarter than little Eli. Smarter than you too, lady. Hell, far as I can tell, I'm smarter than most people really. In fact, let me show you. This is my latest project. Got me an A+ from my teacher. Got me a commendation from the dean, in fact."

Keeping his tone light and conversational, Creed reaches over, grabs his TV remote, and points it at his TV. Or so it would seem to someone as unobservant and stupid as the MILF bitch sitting in front of him. If she were paying attention, she might have noticed that the TV doesn't look normal. And that his 'TV remote' is anything but.

"You… you're a vile young man, aren't you?! It's not enough that Elijah is small for his age, but now you're calling him stupid as well?! I won't stand for this! I'm going to go straight to the dean and… and… and…"

As she's been talking, the 'TV' has been on this entire time. Finally, unable to focus on him anymore with it going about it's business out of the corner of her eye, Mrs. Sullivan looks over… and is immediately caught in the swirling, mind-numbing picture on the 'television'. Creed smirks as she starts to sway almost instantly.

"W-Why… wha… why is that screen spinning s-so much? Why do I feel so d-dizzy? What… what are you doing to me?"

Creed takes another long draw from his beer bottle as he watches his invention do it's work. He grins as the gorgeous hourglass-figure MILF sitting in front of him falls under its spell.

"The Dean had the same reaction when I showed her this, heh. It's just so pretty, isn't it?"

"… yes… so… pretty…"

Rolling his shoulders, Creed finishes off his beer bottle and then sets it down on the counter that separates his kitchen from his living room. Then, he steps up behind the couch… stepping up behind Mrs. Sullivan at the same time.

"You're finding me more and more reasonable, aren't you? More and more… likable."

"Mm… ah… you seem… n-nice…"

"You were being so… confrontational and aggressive before, babe. You didn't even ask for my side of the story. That doesn't seem very fair, does it?"

Slowly, Creed leans forward… and plants his hands right atop the gorgeous MILF's breasts. Elijah's mom gasps as his big, large hands grope her tits through her sleeveless turtleneck. But she doesn't fight back. She can't resist by this point.

"N-No… I guess… not… b-but I have to… protect my son…"

Creed chuckles.

"Ah, but that's just the problem, Miss. See, your son lied to you."

He continues to mold and fondle and knead her tits in his hands as he speaks. Even with how big his hands are, her breasts are even bigger. It's insane that little Eli was hiding a woman this fucking beautiful from him all this time.

"Wha… lied to me?"

Nodding, even though she can't see it, Creed pinches her nipples through her turtleneck.

"That's right. I haven't been bullying Elijah… Elijah has been bullying me."

Finally, his hands slide down to her itty bitty waist, curling under the hem of her top.

"That… Elijah wouldn't… do that kind of thing…"

Creed shakes his head 'mournfully', even as he slowly but surely starts to inch her top upwards.

"I'm afraid you don't know your son as well as you think you do, ma'am. He's a bully, plain and simple. It really is a shame that such a beautiful, amazing woman has such an ungrateful, vile ingrate for a son… but that's just the way it is."

Her tits are lifted up along with her top at first, rising higher and higher into the air until he feels her areolas and fat nipples brushing against the back of his knuckles.

"Ah… ah… I'm so… sorry. On Elijah's b-behalf, let me s-sincerely apologize. I thought… I raised him better than that."

Creed's grin is positively Cheshire-like by this point, even as he holds her top right at the point of no return.

"Well… if you're really sorry, if you really want to apologize, I suppose you'll have to make it up to me, won't you?"

Her head almost lolling, the gorgeous MILF nevertheless manages to nod as she moans fretfully.

"Y-Yes… how can I… make it up to you?"

Chuckling darkly, Creed finally yanks the sleeveless turtleneck the rest of the way up over the brunette bombshell's massive milkers. The MILF's huge jugs bounce free as she lets out a gasp and looks down at her exposed tits in mesmerized confusion.

"Oh… I can think of a few ways, bitch."

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"Mmm! Ah! Sluuuuuuurp~"

Five minutes later, Creed is the one sitting on the couch while his latest conquest, little Eli's own mother, is kneeling between his legs. Her huge breasts are wrapped around his equally huge cock and she's dutifully sucking on his dick like there's no tomorrow… Which to be fair, for THIS version of Mrs. Sullivan, there probably won't be another tomorrow. Not unless he decides to keep her… and to be fair, he IS very tempted.

Her blowjob game is on point and she even knows how to put those tits of hers to good work. The 'Mrs.' part implies she's married, as does the wedding ring she's wearing on her left hand. Whoever her husband is… he's a lucky man. Or rather, was a lucky man. Now he's a cuckold and he doesn't even know it.

Down below, the MILF worshipping his cock pulls back for a moment and gasps for air. She looks up at him, her eyes still glazed over but her words a bit clearer.

"Your cock… it's so big… I'd heard tell t-that they could get this large, but this… this is amazing. I love it. I love it so much."

Creed grins and reaches out, cupping her cheek and letting the hypnotized slut nuzzle into his palm.

"Of course you do, slut. You love my big fat cock. You love worshipping my body."

The 'television' is off by this point. She wasn't facing it anymore anyways. But the effects of his device were semi-permanent. Once she left him and went to bed tonight, she would forget most of what happened here between them. However, she would be left with a very, VERY favorable impression of him, one that would transcend everything else. On top of that, she would find his words to be more reasonable and persuasive than anything anyone else might say to her… for the rest of her life.

It was how he kept the Dean in his back pocket. It was how he'd had his fun with a number of women at this point, in fact. Elijah's mother was just the latest in a string of conquests, which was partially why he'd initially been afraid she was the police back at the start of all of this. After all, Creed wasn't an idiot. He knew what he was doing was only not illegal by sheer dint of there being no laws on the books to outlaw the use of mind control technology… because mind control technology didn't exist.

And yet, if they found out, if they caught him… the authorities would definitely lock him up and throw away the key.

That wasn't going to happen though. As evidenced by the bitch on her knees blowing him and giving him a consummate titjob… Creed was untouchable.

Sliding his hand up from her cheek to her hair, Creed grips down firmly and begins to guide the MILF further down his cock, until she's beginning to choke and gag. And yet, even as tears prick at the corners of her eyes, she looks up at him adoringly and devotedly, showing absolutely no signs of trying to pull back.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

The sounds of her choking on his cock are music to Creed's ears. This dumb, stupid broad really came to his home to try and intimidate him into leaving her son alone! What a fucking joke! This walking talking cunt thought she could boss him around, like she wasn't just a fat pair of tits and a wide ass on legs. It was downright infuriating, but luckily he had her right here to 'apologize' to him for it.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

Her tits fall away entirely as Creed rises from the couch and pushes forward, thrusting his entire cock into Mrs. Sullivan's mouth and down the back of her throat. He positively skull fucks the married MILF, making her choking and gagging reach epic levels as drool and saliva drip down onto her breasts in increasingly massive waves. She's definitely not getting enough air, but she still doesn't fight back, even as he nearly makes her pass out on his cock.

When he finally cums and his seed explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, making an utter mess of her face, she actually does pass out for a second, he thinks. Hell, for a moment she doesn't even look like she's breathing. That would be a hassle for Creed though, so he pulls his cock out the moment he's done cumming and delivers a swift palm strike to the MILF's diaphragm that causes her to cough up the semen in her lungs.

Coughing, sputtering, and gasping for air… one might think such a shock would be the thing to knock someone out of his little hypnosis device's control. It's not though. He's thoroughly tested such things for ages at this point, so he knows full well that the control, at least so far, is absolute no matter what happens.

With that said, Creed grips down more harshly on the brunette bitch's hair and begins to pull her towards his bedroom. She doesn't fight back, following along on her hands and knees with a whimper as his cum drips off of her body. Luckily, he's got tiled floors. He'll make her clean up after herself before he sends her on her way anyways regardless though.

Once they reach the bedroom, its off with the bitch's pants. Honestly, with how wide her hips are, how shapely her ass is, and how tight the pants she had on were… he's not sure why the fuck she was wearing a designer belt. Fashion, he supposed? Either way, Creed sees an opportunity to put such a thing to a much better use.

While her pants are firmly discarded, her belt goes around the bitch's neck, cinched tight like a makeshift dog collar and leash. As he gives the end a tug, his hypnotized MILF cum dump chokes… but it works in forcing her to crawl up onto the bed on all fours.

His cock still rock hard, Creed grins as he palms the cunt's ass with his free hand while giving her 'leash' a tug. Her gurgling noises as the designer belt she'd probably paid too much for digs into her neck are like a melody in his head. Hm… is he a sadist on top of a misogynistic mind controlling bastard? Maybe. No… probably.

Either way, Creed just shrugs and climbs up onto the bed as well. His cock, more than ready for this action, presses against that MILF pussy from behind. There's no need for more foreplay though, and he certainly doesn't care how much Elijah's mom enjoys herself. She WILL enjoy herself of course, because of the hypnosis, but it's secondary to his own pleasure.

With a grunt, Creed thrusts forward without warning. His entire cock disappears inside of the bitch's cunt, showing just how sopping wet and ready for him she already was. She's also pretty tight to be fair, but not so tight that he can't barrel his way into her deepest depths before bottoming out in her MILF body.

For her part, the cum dump lets out a choked moan, gurgling and shuddering as her back arches and she climaxes on the spot, just from penetration. Chuckling at the disgraceful climax, Creed gets to work spanking her ass while fucking her hard and fast, all the while choking her with her own belt as he goes.

"Hlllghk! Nnngh! Aghak!"

Her pussy tightens up the more he does it too. The more the bitch asphyxiates, the more pleasurable fucking her becomes. Shit, her pussy was gripping down on him something fierce, even as he fucked her nonstop. She can't slow him down or hold him in place, not with how wet she is, but fuck if the friction isn't something amazing all the same.

Picking up the pace again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh soon fills the bedroom as he pounds the MILF from behind doggystyle.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He's not holding anything back. There's even a chance he accidentally kills her with how hard he's pulling on her belt and how aggressively he's fucking her. Creed doesn't care. He's not the kind of guy who gives two shits about others or the sanctity of human life. Even as the cunt's face goes from red to purple, even as her hands stop scrambling at the bedding beneath her and her arms just dangle limply while he pulls her upper body further back, Creed keeps going.

All he cares about is his own release. All he cares about is his own pleasure. Finally though…

"Take it, you dumb bimbo cow. Take my fucking cock, take my fucking seed and KNOW! YOUR! PLACE!"

With one last roar, Creed proceeds to cum in the fucked dumb MILF. He plows forward one last time and fills her stupid womb with his seed. Maybe she'll get pregnant. He doesn't give two shits though if she does. Not his fucking problem.

Pulling out of her at long last, Creed releases his hold on the belt as well, almost as an afterthought. Elijah's mother, fucked silly and used up like a moist towelette, flops forward onto the bed, arms and legs akimbo. Her body flops a few times too, almost making Creed think its her death throes or something. But no, when he pushes her over onto her back, she's still breathing. Her eyes are glazed over, but they're focused enough to look at him as she pants heavily, her massive chest jiggling with every inhale and exhale of oxygen.

"S-Sorry… sorry for… whatever I did… s-sir…"

Creed snorts. He'd fucked her so hard and so deep that the bitch couldn't even remember his lies. He's about to remind her, to reinforce the belief that her son is a bully… when his eyes dart down to her neck where the belt has loosened and drooped down, allowing him to see the bruises already starting to form there. Jesus fuck, it looked like someone had tried to murder the poor bitch.

… Well, he couldn't very well let her go home looking like this.

"Hey, cunt. Did you tell anyone where you were going today?"

Shaking her head.

"Ah… n-no…"

Good. Honestly, if this were a fucking hentai doujin, he would have already recorded the dumb broad by this point and sent the video of her happily sucking and fucking him over to her equally dumb son. But… as much fun as reminding Eli of his place was, Creed wasn't an idiot. He definitely wasn't stupid enough to send her home to her family looking like she did now.

"… Send a message to your husband. Whatever will convince him that you won't be coming home for a few days. Shit, make it sound like you're leaving him for good if you need to. Because he's too boring for you or something."

A flicker of something shows in the bitch's eyes then. Doubt? Defiance? In the end, it doesn't matter. Her love for her husband doesn't manage to hold a candle to his invention. Finally, she just nods.

"O… Okay."

Well, it looked like he had a live-in sex doll for the next few days, at least until that bruising healed. Creed HAD been tempted to keep the bitch earlier, but he hadn't really intended to do so until now. This would be a good test run, he supposed. If he decided having a fuck toy on demand was too much hassle and clean up by the end, then he would just send her back to her cuck of a husband and her weakling son and likely, if Elijah's father was anything like Elijah himself, he would just be happy to have her back.

Creed snorts as his new doll sends the message and then shuts off her phone and hands it over to him without him having to even tell her to. He takes it… and then nods down to his cock.

"Well bitch? This dick isn't going to clean itself. And after that, you'll be cleaning the floors of the mess you left behind too."

"Ah… yes… sir…"

Without missing a beat, the gorgeous MILF crawls up and begins using her mouth and tongue to clean off his twitching cock. Creed stands there and enjoys the physical worship for what it is. This was what a genius like him deserved in the end. The world was his oyster.